Wholesale

[Chorus: Kayvo]
([?] music)
Uh, it's a load
Nigga got wholesales
Got brick of the dope same color the doorbell
(Glizzy what you cookin' up?)
Bitch I'm cookin' up crack the same color your toenail
She got baby rock feet she give head at the hotel
She a down-ass bitch she gon' ride and she won't tell
I crash out, I ain't gon' spin I'm on four wheels
In the driveway throwin' up four I got four sales
Bitch I got pounds in the trap [?] pressure can't smell shit
They gon' fly back with me I don't fuck with the [?] shit
She a bad-ass bitch so she wanted Chanel Kiss
It's clean dope, dance on the work like Elvis
Catch headshots niggas don't shoot at the pelvis
Give a brick to my youngin's like "Here you go sell this"
And you niggas can't win if you don't know what Hell is
How you sellin' weed? Niggas don't know what a bale is

[Verse 1: Kayvo]
Make a left, niggas still know where his house at
Number one prospect slide through stop that
We trappin', nigga we thug in the 'partments
We on back door shit we the talk of the projects

[Verse 2: Keezah]
I got the keys to the trap I'm the motherfuckin' locksmith
And I keep me a dog when I walk in the projects
On the road for them pints where them motherfuckin' doctors at?
It's a hundred a line if you talkin' that Wock' shit
I'ma hit at these niggas applyin' the pressure
It's a twenty-band jugg in the motherfuckin' Jetta
He want an ounce of this shit I'ma put it together
You want ounces and shit and I don't even measure
I'm high, I keep on popping these beans [?]
In the trap house open the door it gon' swing back
Drop me an ounce tryna see what I bring back
And I catch me an opp he gon' die and I mean that
Cookin' up cook shit hot gon' steam up
Droppin' the Wock' I ain't pourin' no green up
Draco kick give a fuck if they team up
I'm at the top of this shit and these niggas can't keep up

[Chorus: Kayvo]
Uh, it's a load
Nigga got wholesales
Got brick of the dope same color the doorbell
Bitch I'm cookin' up crack the same color your toenail
She got baby rock feet she give head at the hotel
She a down-ass bitch she gon' ride and she won't tell
I crash out, I ain't gon' spin I'm on four wheels
In the driveway throwin' up four I got four sales
Bitch I got pounds in the trap [?] pressure can't smell shit
They gon' fly back with me I don't fuck with the [?] shit
She a bad-ass bitch so she wanted Chanel Kiss
It's clean dope, dance on the work like Elvis
Catch headshots niggas don't shoot at the pelvis
Give a brick to my youngin's like "Here you go sell this"
And you niggas can't win if you don't know what Hell is
How you sellin' weed? Niggas don't know what a bale is